Beneath trees glowing with pink blossoms, the earth begins to stir. From a bed of leaves, a hidden body lies curled in sleep, still held by the quiet weight of winter. Above it, two vast butterfly wings rise from the soil - immense, folded, trembling with light.
It is the moment before becoming, when life gathers breath and colour just beneath the surface.
Early Spring holds that fragile pause between cocoon and flight - when the morning is still dreaming of the day.